I am not a shabby dancer and after a few beverages I am pretty awesome. And so I thought until I stumbled upon the Street Academy! I say stumbled upon, it really was my new Accra buddy who took me there.
I watched the dancers doing their thing and I was entranced. There was one particular woman who was made to dance. I so wanted to dance like her so I asked if I could join them next time and just like that they were happy to have me.
I was super excited and when the day arrived I turned up ready to dance for my life. We started off with a prayer! It seemed rather appropriate as I was dancing for my life. And so we began, easy steps, rhythmic, I got this I thought and I was rewarded with a compliment after the first round and the second. The third was a rude awakening, I had to shake my booty, much like the woman from the other day. My world came crushing down, I am just not built that way. Mine does not really pop out and to get this booty shaking thing going I needed one of those. Well, I couldn’t exactly refuse to partake on the basis of of having a non-pop out butt! So I persevered and for the first time I was one of those people who have no rhythm and no butt. I now understand…